By mid-January, the festive spirit of the New Year grew stronger with each passing day.
Humanity had struggled through its fourth year since the cataclysm. By the solar calendar, Chen Shouyi was already twenty years old.
Without a doubt, this had been the happiest and most peaceful period of his life.
Ever since he reunited with Zhang Xiaoyue, a splash of color had entered his monotonous, dull life, brightening everything around him.
But he knew all too well that the present calm was only a castle built on sand, ready to be swept away by the next wave. The God of Lightning would return someday, and the other powerful savage gods from the other world would never let the God of Lightning monopolize the vast, fertile well of faith on Earth. They could descend at any moment.
Humanity's situation remained grave.
He looked out the window. Long icicles hung from the windowsill, reflecting a gemlike, chilly light in the dim yellow glow of the night:
With the ferocious power of my Giant Transformation, any Medium Divine Power savage god will be doomed if I get the chance to catch them. But compared to Great Divine Power, I'm still far too weak. He thought to himself.
His rate of improvement had slowed considerably. Over the past month or so, his Strength, Agility, and Constitution had each increased by only 0.1 points, while his Intelligence had fared a little better, rising by 0.2.
All four primary attributes had reached 23.5, perfectly balanced.
As for his two secondary attributes, Perception and Will, they had improved more, rising by 0.3 and 0.2 respectively to reach 22.8 and 22.5.
But to Chen Shouyi, this progress was still far too slow. If things continued this way, he would meet his end the next time he faced